It's your Baby (A Nash Grier Fanfic) | COMPLETED

Chapter 21

Nash's P.O.V

"How's your mom?" asked Cameron while sitting on the stool next to me. I sipped on my juice before responding to him. Obviously the news that I got a girl pregnant, wasn't very thrilling for her.

"She've been passed out for an hour" I replied and then glanced at her, laying on the couch.

"At least she's not dead, right?" he asked.

My eyes widened. "Did I killed her by telling her these news?" that never crossed my mind. What if she died? Oh. My. God.

"I don't know. Let's check her pulse. Quick!" Cameron said and we rushed to my mom's side. She was still passed out, obviously she didn't take that well the news that I left someone pregnant. . .

Cameron check her pulse. "Still has it" he informed me. I sighed in relief and then took some hair out of my mother's face. I knew she was going to be upset, but I didn't know she would pass out. I know she will get me a lecture about protection, and remind me of course that we had this type of conversation multiple times back in North Carolina. I wish I wouldn't have been that drunk the night I met her. Plus, I had to prove my point that I could get any girl I wanted, since the boys were making fun of the fact that girls usually never lay attention to me—bullshit, I would tell them. And there was Gwen, sweet and beautiful Gwen. Who happened to be in that same bar the same night as me. With that gorgeous and innocent like dress I loved in her. She looked pure and angelic, with that cute smile that could light an entire dark room.

"Mom, can you hear me?" I asked. She mumbled something I didn't quite get, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I-I had the worst nightmare ever" she said and I helped her sit up straight. "I dreamed you actually had sex with someone and you didn't used protection. And now that girl is pregnant" she chuckled nervously, staring at me, a glint of hope lingered in her small round eyes. But, of course, Cameron's and I's serious look gave it all away, which made her smile fade away.

"Umm, mom?" I called her, "that wasn't a dream"

"What!?" she nearly screamed. "Hamilton Nash Grier, how could you!?"

"It was supposed to be a one time thing. . .But then, well. . .This happened" I said and scratched the back of my head.

"How many times have I told you about this topic, huh? We spend hours and hours talking about how to be careful cause this type of things could happen. . ."

"I know, I know mom. We were drunk and well—"

"Don't finish that" she cut me off. "Where is this poor and misfortuned girl?"

"In-in her house, here. . .In L.A." I replied. She stood up and grabbed her purse from the counter. She put her hair in a ponytail and then turned to look at both of us. She walked towards us and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"I want to see her" she said and crossed her arms across her chest.

I looked at Cameron and then back at her. "Mom, I-I don't think that's a good idea. I went to her house to speak to her, and her mom knows, she doesn't want me near her. She hates me"

"Of course she is indeed hating you right now. I would hate you too if you let my daughter pregnant" she said. "Now, let's go"